Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Canada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
Pole,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.